blustocking | meant for a coma

So the past 2 nights, I've finished work at a reasonable hour and thus I'm forced to take the most sadistic freeway in existence, ye olde 405, during rush hour(s). I've discovered that no matter how much sleep I get (the past 2 nights have been 8 hour nights) I still fight falling asleep most of the way home due to the creeping, stop and go pace. Seriously falling asleep too. As in, when I get home, I barely remember how I got there. So now I'm drinking lots of coffee so that I don't kill myself driving home. I'm also taking a different route in the hopes that it won't be as slow.

Scott made a customer service contact sheet and next to our phone numbers, he put "pictures of us". I am being proudly represented by Wednesday Addams. :D

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